"Master... I'm fine..."

Chao Huang stiffened his face, slowly raised his head, and pulled his lips at Han Qingci.

It's a pity that the smile is so reluctant.

Seeing this, Han Qingci frowned, stretched out his hand, smoothed out the violence between Chaohuang's eyebrows, and was worried in his heart: "If the apprentice has something in mind, he must tell the teacher, even if it is the abyss of the underworld, the teacher will break through for you!" ”

"Hmm..." Chao Huang's face was full of persistence, he looked deeply into Han Qingci's eyes, and suddenly rubbed his small body against his chest, moved his lips silently, and promised: Ah Ci, it's okay, everything will be fine.

The three thousand worlds are no better than the small worlds, and it seems that she has to be vigilant.

After the two of them left the spirit pool, Han Qingci took Chaohuang back to the Shattered Star Palace, and took the lead in handing the Nine Turns Pei Yuan Pill he had refined to Chaohuang's mouth.

The pill immediately turned into liquid and merged into Chaohuang's throat, bringing a scorching warm current in her body, followed by a faint green light around her body.

Soon, Chaohuang's limbs seemed to regain their vitality in an instant, and the most seriously injured left hand was much better, and his fingers could move slightly.

Seeing this, Han Qingci's palm flipped over, and a white mist swirled above his palm, and gently moved to Chaohuang's left arm, gradually, the deformed arm recovered as before, and after the green light dissipated, there was no trace of pain on Chaohuang's body.

"Master! I don't hurt anymore! ”

Chao Huang took a deep breath suddenly, his big round eyes flashed, and he shook his left hand at Han Qingci with a dazed expression.

Han Qingci also stared at Chaohuang naughtily without blinking.

When she had had enough, he smiled at her, wiped the sweat from her forehead, took out a spar from the space and handed it to her.

"The apprentice puts his hand up, calms his mind, and helps you measure the spiritual root for the teacher first, and then customizes the cultivation method suitable for you when the qi is drawn into the body."

"Hmm." Chaohuang nodded and followed what Han Qingci said.

When he put his little hand on the unknown spar, after a while, bursts of white light flashed, and five colors appeared in the spar one after another.

That is, the only remaining five-line spiritual root in the immortal cultivation world today.

The immortal cultivation geniuses in this continent are all single-line spiritual roots, heavenly spiritual roots.

In other words, Chaohuang's qualifications are extremely poor, and he is the waste wood of the five spirit roots.

No matter what kind of exercises you practice, you can only enter one door at most, and you can't refine them.

If you want to cultivate immortals and ascend, unless you change your life against the sky, eliminate the rest of the four spiritual roots, and leave only one vein of heavenly spirit roots, then you will have that chance to fight.

What's more, there are fewer and fewer monks who are expected to ascend to the immortal realm.

Most of the monks stopped at the late Mahayana period, such as Lingxiao Zhenren.

Perhaps the poor will not be able to cross the bottleneck from the Mahayana period to the tribulation period in their lifetime.

until they reach the end of their lives.

After getting such a result, a powerful Han Qingci could not avoid the sinking of vulgar hearts, but what he was worried about was not that he would not be able to change his life for his disciples, but that he thought of the pain that he needed to endure behind the change of his life.

Quenching and rebirth...

Culling the Spiritual Roots...

The extreme expansion of the dantian and meridians...

These are by no means something that a delicate and soft child like Chaohuang can bear.

For a while, Han Qingci's heart was like numbness, even if he felt like a knife just thinking about that scene, his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, but if he didn't do that...

A hundred years in a hurry... His own disciples will be turned into bones before his eyes...

When the time comes...

He's afraid there's only one way left to go...

It's good...

After all, we can still go together...

Han Qingci silently made a decision in his heart, he didn't plan to announce the waste wood physique of the apprentice, Chaohuang also didn't say much because he had to stay in the Nether Realm to spend his life, and tacitly prepared to ignore the fact that he couldn't cultivate.

It's so coincidental that Lingxiao Zhenren suddenly appeared.

"Huh? Five-line miscellaneous spirit root? Where did the little waste material come from in the junior brother's palace? ”